New Poetry - Modernist Magazines Project
New Poetry - Modernist Magazines Project
New Poetry - Modernist Magazines Project
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II<br />
To those who sail the salt quotidian sea<br />
The tempting syren sings across the flood,<br />
But once plunged in, they find her out to be<br />
A desert island with a coast of mud.<br />
Lulled by the waves, no mortal heart resists<br />
The gaudy scenery of the noble bay,<br />
That paradisal image which persists<br />
In all its brightness to the present day.<br />
Each one is Tantalus to what he dreams,<br />
The waters of illusion lap his chin,<br />
Ready to hand the flattering symbol seems<br />
And Tantalus is always taken in.<br />
Each day he starts, he leaps towards the goal,<br />
Driven along by life's impulsive tide.<br />
His wishes are no more in his control<br />
Than the bright objects which his eyes provide.<br />
Boasting each project absolutely new,<br />
His rising sciences, renascent arts,<br />
All that he frames has one grand aim in view,<br />
One which is not declared but simply starts.<br />
Automaton of fate, led on by time,<br />
He learns no lesson from repeated pain.<br />
Like the old lag, he knows the price of crime<br />
And yet he cannot help but try again.<br />
Till, one fine day, still hoping against hope<br />
In spite of all this once to be exempt<br />
From nature's warrant and the hangman's rope,<br />
The bourgeois perishes in his attempt.